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I killed a finche, I don't know why
But perhaps a finche was meant to die
Although his wings were grown to fly
Maybe wings don't always touch the sky
Almost my whole life
I’ve been writing
short simple lines for myself
I love all little beautiful things surrounding me.
Love to look and discover
all the beauty in nature
It makes me so happy.
I know there is so  much going on in this world where we’re living in. Things that make you really sad!
But then I saw a documentary
today...
And all I can say
I can’t post a quote today.

Shell ✨🐚
We don’t know what’s going on in several places in this world. I mean you think you know. Until you see it.
Spriha Kant Dec 2020
Circumstances crushed hopes and new hopes rose from the ashes of burnt desires.
Mansi Sep 2020
Why do we expect everyone
To react to
Trauma,
Grief, and  
Celebration
In the same way?

Each person is different
And so is each circumstance
So how can we expect the
Same reaction?
Kaumal Borah Aug 2020
It feels as I if
She is
is stabbed
By a
Knife from inside
That breaks
Her soul
Into pieces
Like a glass
Maybe
It's the taunts
Or the praises
Or the fear of being
Losing oneself
Too much
She
Was
Burried in
Thoughts of  
Pain
Maybe of
Failure
Or
Of disgrace
It's just making
Her a puppet
Devoid
Of the control
Of herself
A soul
Shattered
Drastically
In the hands
Strange
Of circumstances .
Today I am feeling as if everything someone is telling is hurting me so much...some people are so sweet but a backstabber ... sometimes it just not feels alright to be treated like this....it literally breaks us down.. something it feels that I m losing myself in this journey....maybe I m tired of getting failures or
I m too scared to overcome another one to face people everything...it's just enough sometimes...I just wanted to share my feeling with u dear poets..

Thanks you for reading.
Dez Apr 2020
When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!

When dreams run wild
And I am as free as a child!

When waking is hard to keep
And all others are asleep.

When the sun is down
And all is quite in the town

When the Moon is up
And I think about my screwups

When the night begins
And my mind spins

When my lids are heavy I do write
For that is when creativity is at it’s hight!
Mark Toney Mar 2020
His name was Jim
He was a dandy
Her name was Kim
Trancendence candy
Held each other tight
Cherished is the night
Homeless, not loveless


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
3/22/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme - Homeless folk have feelings too - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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